with the brim of his hat down below his eyes
he walked on Hollywood streets in the dark of the night
cigarette on the lips of his opaque smile
in Bogie's style
though his girlfriend whistled like Lauren Bacall,
in a world of trouble, nobody called
Humphrey's brother, just a lover
Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother
wasn't tough at all
in the protective smoke of the L.A. smog
in his detective trenchcoat by London fog
he walked into a bar where the plot was so thick
he said: "Play it again, Sam", and got out quick
Humphrey's brother, just a lover
Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother
wasn't tough at all
when the movie was over on the silver screen
and Mr. Bogart disappeared in his limousine
there was a real man left in this real damn world
no he was no prize fighter but he got the girl
Humphrey's brother, just a lover
Humphrey's brother, Humphrey's brother
wasn't tough at all